Classic Poem

O Zion! lovely Zion! thou city of the faithful,
How often with rapture thy praises we sing,!
Where millions of redeemed ones are dwelling now in brightness,
And praising forever our Saviour and King.
O Zion! lovely Zion! thou carest for the lowly,
Thy banner of mercy still waving we see;
Thy watchmen thou art sending with tidings, joyful tidings,
To gather the lost ones and bring them to thee.
O Zion! lovely Zion!
Oh, when shall we behold thee,
Thy beauty and splendor forever to share;
Where loved ones who have entered thy bright and shining portals,
Are waiting and watching to welcome us there?

Where the loud swelling chorus of triumph eternal,
Rolls down from the regions of endless delight;
Where the ransomed are returning with music and rejoicing,
To walk with the Saviour in garments of white.